However, despite this, the old woman did not give up. Even if this trip was to the underworld, she was determined to find her own peace. However, the road was so slippery that the old woman didn't know how many times she had fallen down, and her waist was shaking again and again. She could no longer walk, but when she thought of her own safety, how could she not move forward bravely? Woolen cloth?
On this dark rainy night, the old woman was walking alone in the deserted village, and on this road, a ghost appeared.
"You An'an is already dead. I saw him in hell." The ghost said.
"You...have you really seen my An'an?" the old woman asked anxiously.
"Yes, your An An and I are good friends." Ghost said.
"An'an is dead?" the old woman asked desperately.
"Yes, otherwise, how could I see it?" said the ghost.
"No, I don't believe you. Besides, what evidence do you have?" the old woman asked.
"Anyway, since he's dead, you don't have to look for him. I came to you just to reunite you with him," the ghost said.
"No, no!" the old woman shouted, "I don't believe what you say, I won't accompany you anymore, I have to find An An."
As the old woman said this, she kept walking forward, but this ghost was following her. He would not let her go no matter what, but he was also afraid of the old woman's boldness and did not dare to do anything to her for a while. It seemed that the ghost wanted her to die, fearing that his own life would be in danger if he failed to defeat the old woman.
Let's talk about the long swordsman, that is, the old woman An'an. At this time, he stayed in Huagu's house and looked at the wind and rain. Of course, he never thought of his wife. Compared with Hua Gu, his old woman is already old and yellow, so why bother? After having Hua Gu, how can she grow old with her again?
However, the long swordsman still heard someone calling his nickname on this miserable rainy night, and the voice was familiar. Isn't this his wife? While listening to this, the old woman had already walked to Huagu's patio, but the swordsman opened his eyes and pretended not to see. He was afraid that seeing the old woman would make Huagu feel that he was not worthy of her. , thus feeling cold towards oneself.
Seeing that the old woman had come to Hua Gu's house, the swordsman roared angrily, trying to scare the old woman away with his roar. Seeing that the old woman was unmoved, he even drew out his long knife and kept gesturing at it. His intention was to ask the old woman to leave him and never see her again.
However, how could the old woman be afraid of this? She still stayed shamelessly in this flower girl's house and would not leave. She had to force her man to go home. The swordsman jumped up and kicked the old woman, causing her to cough continuously, and blood even flowed from the corner of her mouth.
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The old woman climbed up from the rain-stained ground, still shouting for An'an, but An'an had already closed the door of the house, and stayed with Hua Gu in this house that was as calm as a mountain despite the rain and the weather, and laughed all day long.
The old woman was helpless, so she kept crying in the courtyard. Who in the world would care about the old woman's crying?
Reluctantly, the old woman finally shouted "An'an" and walked away. In front of the old woman, a ghost appeared, flickering in and out of the rain curtain. It was really scary. However, the old woman didn't care, and followed the ghost, limping along, and gradually disappeared to the east of the deserted village. The only thing in the world was the rain that kept falling.
For a moment, the old woman followed the ghost and came to an unknown place. This was a place that the old woman was not familiar with in her life. However, the old woman was definitely not afraid of the ghost accompanying her.
"Do you want my help now?" the ghost said.
"How can I help you?" the old woman replied.
"Go kill that damn An'an." The ghost said sinisterly.
"This is definitely not possible. Otherwise, you can kill me. An An is afraid of death, but I am not." The old woman said.
"He no longer wants you, are you still treating him like this?" said the ghost.
"Yes, he is my An'an." The old woman said.
So, the old woman followed the ghost and kept walking forward along the unfamiliar place. However, as she walked, the old woman didn't want to leave because she was afraid. However, looking back, I couldn't find the way back.
The old woman had no choice but to follow the ghost and kept walking forward. However, when she was tired from walking, she got the ghost's consent and sat on the stone to rest. She kept shouting "An'an" for a while. However, the old woman never stopped walking. Can the swordsman really hear it?
Let's say that the long swordsman was staying in Huagu's house. He was lying next to Huagu and heard someone calling him repeatedly. He listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything. Outside the deserted village, the wind and rain continued to roar, and many leaves fell, dancing up and down with the wind, making the world a mess.
"No one calls you, go to sleep." Huagu said to the swordsman.
"Well, listen, it's raining heavily outside." The swordsman said.
And on this rainy night, when the swordsman opened his eyes again, he heard the door banging continuously, as if someone was knocking on the door, maybe it was the wind? The long swordsman thought so when he heard the knock on the door.
So, the long swordsman fell back to sleep, determined not to care about the sound of knocking on the door, and let the wind blow. It couldn't blow down this solid house anyway, so why should he be afraid?
However, not long after he fell asleep, he just closed his eyes when suddenly the knocking on the door started again, and the sound was so loud and powerful that it was almost shocking. No matter how courageous the long swordsman was, he realized that something was wrong at this time, but he was not willing to just disappear. It was better to open the door of the room and take a look.
The door opened, and standing outside the door was a man in a raincoat. This man was holding a big knife in front of him and wearing a bamboo hat. His face could not be seen clearly for a while. Maybe he didn't want to see people, otherwise why would he Would it be so secretive?
"What are you doing?" Facing this man, the long swordsman didn't dare to make any mistakes for a while, so he greeted him like this, hoping to use his modesty to make the man retreat in spite of the difficulty, but unexpectedly, the man not only did not retreat, but also gently The ground roared.
"Get out!" The man spat out one word. There was only one word, and nothing else could be heard. It was impossible to guess who this man was.
The long swordsman also drew his sword at this time, but his sword was usually only used to chop firewood in the mountains. At this time, facing this big sword, he was not sure at all, how could he dare to make a mistake? He threw away the long sword at this time, lest the sword-wielding man suspect that he had evil intentions towards him and kill him.
When the long swordsman walked out of Hua Gu's house, he looked at Hua Gu beside Xianyi's door with great nostalgia. He even wanted to touch her pretty face, but with this big swordsman at this moment, the long swordsman didn't dare. It's just a random look. The wind howled uncontrollably, and the rain from the sky also fell, hitting the dirt road for a while, making the road very slippery. The long swordsman fell countless times. If his body was not still strong, his legs would have been broken.
The long swordsman was walking alone on the dirt road in this deserted village. The wind and rain were like darkness. For a time, he could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south. However, the long swordsman had not forgotten his home. In this dark night, where should he go if he did not go home? Going? As he walked, the long swordsman seemed to remember something. Only then did he realize that he had no home. So why did he keep walking forward? Isn't it in vain?
"An'an!" When the long swordsman was sitting on the roadside, he heard someone calling him. When he looked up, he found that there was no one. It was really strange. What was going on?
Regardless, the long swordsman still looked at the sky, and the rain in the sky still showed no intention of stopping. It seemed that it would rain all night long. And where would the long swordsman end up without his home on this rainy night? No one knew, not even the swordsman. It seemed that he had to keep walking forward, one step at a time.
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"An'an!" The long swordsman heard someone calling him again. This time, he heard it clearly. Isn't this his wife?
However, the swordsman didn't know where his wife was at this time. He could only hear her calling him. The long swordsman really cried at this time, but in the face of his crying, God did not care. No, the rain continued to fall, making the night even more desolate.
"Wife, where are you?" The long swordsman called, but under the night, only the rain was falling continuously, and there was nothing else.
The long swordsman kept walking along the ancient road in the deserted village, disappearing alone in the long night, and the rain hit his body, making his body extremely wet for a while, and he was constantly shivering in the cold wind. Even if the swordsman screamed until his throat was broken, where was his wife at this time?
Only the rain continued to fall at night.
